My Life

chapter fifteen

Five years later

Dotun’s POV

When Lizzy contacted me and told me she needed my help, I thought about telling Ire but I didn’t want to bother her with something so insignificant especially since she just put to bed a month ago and she has to take care of two kids coupled with the demanding nature of her work, I figured it was just a little thing and I could easily just help Lizzy out without Bugging Ire one bit about the whole thing, if only I knew what that would cost me, I would have handled things differently.

(Flash back)

Two months after my mum left our house Ire took in and gave birth to our son Eddy which is short for Edward, I remember the day she went into labour, I was in so much pain watching her go through all the pain and there was nothing I could do about it, four hours of intent labour before Eddy came out, the baby was tired and the doctor had to tap him before he started crying, he weighed 3.5kg at birth, he was so small and adorable and I cried looking at his face, he was the splitting image of his mum and I was so happy to be holding my son for the first time forgetting my fear of holding a new born for fear of breaking their limps with my firm grip but I was holding him so tenderly, with the love I was feeling in my heart, I knew I could never do anything to hurt him so I carried my son until he started crying and the nurses told me to give him to his mother to nurse, I didn’t want to wake her up but I had to, I kissed her over and over again until she woke up and nursed the baby, after a day at the hospital we were discharged and the sleepless nights started, who knew it could be so hard taking care of a baby, the two grandma's were elated though and wouldn't stop gushing over Eddy, I could see how tired my Ire was due to the night feeding the baby engages in every night but she was a strong woman and she took it all in strides, there were days when the two grandma's caused frictions but we're scaled through that.

Baby number two came two years later, Emmy, short for Emerald, she was a combination of ire and I, there were times she looks just like me but at times she looks like her mum souch so that people ask why none of the kids looks like me, Emmy will be clocking three years in a month’s time and I haven’t seen her since she was one, though I can’t blame Ire for what happen it was due to my foolish act that things went down the way they did, I knew she was sensitive to issues like this so I shouldn’t have played the hero for Lizzy like I did without carrying Ire along, she probably felt betrayed and heart broken, I have search for her everywhere I could imagine, just so I can explain my own side of the story but no luck yet, she said she will disappear and she did, I called her parent but they told me though they have heard from her, they don’t know where she stays and the fact that she is always calling with a different number didn’t help at all. I don’t think I can take this for much longer, am running out of my mind as it is, the only thing that keeps me going is the hope that I’ll find them someday, Ire told me that my kind heart maybe my undoing and she was right, while helping someone out with her life, I forgot to look after mine and ended up causing mayhem in mine.

Life has become a boring routine for me, wake up, go to work, stop by at a fast food joint for a quick fix food and head back home where I wallow in self-pity and thoughts of my family, sometimes I am tempted to go clubbing with my friend but something deep down in my heart keep telling me that will only make matters worse than it is, even Mum blames me for what happened and has vowed not to talk to me until the day I bring back her daughter and grand kids, she and Ire became best of friends that she now calls her, her daughter, every time I call her to check up on her, her answer to my question of how she is doing is always, are they back, and once I say no she will simply say how can she be fine and hangs up on me. Dad talks to me but I can hear the disapproving tone in which he speaks and I know that though he picks up to talk to me, he is just as disappointed in me as everyone else and I can’t blame them for that, I am disappointed and disgusted with myself for the way I acted, it was a simply matter, I could have discussed this with my wife and approach it better but I took matters into my own hands and ruined myself in the process, I wouldn’t have even picked up the phone to talk to Lizzy that day if I had known. My life was a mess and I made it so with my stupidity of thinking a man should be able to handle his affairs, how the tables turned so fast on me, how could i have been so stupid to fall for Lizzy’s gimmicks. Now she is off to God know where enjoying her life while I am here feeling sorry for myself.